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Penelope reached back, edging her cheeks apart until Rachel could see her. Rachel slicked up her finger with some lube and then teased the tip in, moving it until Penny started lowing very quietly.
“What a good little moo you are,” she said, stroking Penelope’s back with her free hand. “I’m so proud of you, taking your plug like this. And just think how amazing it’ll be to have your tail in.”
CHAPTER 39
Penelope
The tail wasn’t quite as excruciatingly embarrassing this time round, but Penelope could still feel her face heating up as Rachel praised her, easing the tail in. There was something very discombobulating, having gentle strokes and pets at the same time as having her arse plugged. She didn’t quite have the words to describe it, but she didn’t need to. Her pussy spoke for her.
“Look how drippy you are,” said Rachel, running fingers between her submissive’s legs and brushing up against Penelope’s clit. She shuddered and Rachel’s laugh was warm. “Oh, do you like that? Do you think it’ll feel just as nice I fill up your cunt at the same time as your arse, Strawberry Moo?”
“Mooooo,” she replied. She wasn’t sure whether that was a yes or a no answer, but the nice thing about a moo was that it kind of conveyed everything she needed it to. Penelope didn’t need words right now. She just needed Rachel, and she needed this.
It was more challenging to work the ball into her pussy now that her arse was full, but Rachel managed it, making sure it was securely placed, before spanking Penny’s arse andeverything jiggled.
The ball inside her was going to be torture, almost vibrating with every movement she made, and it’d drive her crazy.
She was going to be begging Rachel to fuck her the moment they got back from the Dungeon.
The trip down to the basement felt like torture.
Rachel had thrown a hoodie over her top, and tied a sarong around her waist, so that she wasn’t uncovered, but she couldn’t help but feel exposed.
Drake was at the security desk again. “You’re early this morning,” he said. “It’s only just turned nine—let me check if they’re ready yet.”
He popped his head around the door, clearly getting an okay from someone, before opening the door for the two of them to walk in.
This time, Rachel took very little time to descend the steps into the playspace. Turning round, she offered a hand to Penelope who took it. Rachel’s palm held her fingers as she walked down. When she got there, Rachel undid her hoodie and sarong, petted her head, stroking the hair around her cow ears, and then pulled Penny’s collar and leash from her pocket.
Penelope lifted her chin so that Rachel could fasten the collar, and then offered her cheek for a kiss. Lips pressed against her skin, soft and affectionate.
“You ready?” Rachel asked. “You can change your mind, anytime. You’ve got your safe word, right?”
“Uh huh.” The collar had sent Penny into subspace, all floaty and lightheaded. She dropped to her knees without Rachel even asking and brushed her head up against her Domme’s legs. “I got this.”
“Fuck, you’re incredible,” said Rachel. She sounded kind of far away, but she crouched down suddenly, and cupped Penelope’s face in her hand. “You blow me away, Penelope.”Leaning in, she kissed Penny as she attached the leash to her collar.
And then she stood up and Penelope was suddenly very aware of just how exposed she was. Lacy underwear barely covered her arse and did nothing at all to hide the plug-tail nestled there. Her tits hung down and swung as she shuffled forward on all fours.
Rachel took her on a circuit around the playspace, but Penny had no idea how long they were walking for. She was vaguely aware of the door to the Dungeon opening sporadically, and people moving around the space. There was some chatter above her, but that was elsewhere. Down here, all she had to focus on was how full she felt, how her tits ached, and how she was being a good little moo for Rachel.
Being displayed and showed off wasn’t the thing that sent Penelope hurtling into subspace, she knew that. The idea of it half horrified her, knowing that people were seeing her like this. But it was the full acknowledgement and acceptance of her own desires. She could never deny after this how much she craved the quiet headspace of being a hucow.
Eventually, Rachel came to a stop, Penny almost bumping into the back of her legs.
“Oh, sweet Strawberry Moo, did you want to go for another circuit?”
Penelope lowed, but Rachel was still talking.
“I don’t think we should do that. I think it’s time for you to show me just how grateful you are for my care.”
Penny’s eyes flickered up to her, but Rachel smiled reassuringly, and Penelope’s heartrate settled back down. This was Rachel. She wasn’t going to push past Penny’s boundaries, wasn’t going to make her do something she hadn’t agreed to.
“Not here, sweetness, but I’m not sure I can wait for us to get back upstairs. So we’re going to use one of the private playrooms and you’re going to lap at my cunt like my good little moo.”
Rachel bent down to help Penny to her feet, and Penelope was suddenly aware of a round of applause. She looked up, blinking into light and saw a collection of people—men and women, subs and Dominants—clapping.
“Beautiful,” one of them called out.
